Wailing

January 13th, 2019

Only drunkards wail here
We have forgotten how to otherwise
So that those who try to forget will remember what they have already forgot
We have forgotten a thousand other things
and feel sorry for them all
but we know no longer how to say so
We have kept our sadness in glass bottles
and left them on the shelf
When we open them they escape
through us in hoarse cries,
we wail at our own frailty to wail

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